THE PROMISE OF IOWA
by T. Jansma
Whenever I am asked what my favorite Christmas memory is, I find that I answer the question with two events that are similar to one another. Both of which have lasting memories that will stay with me from childhood and into adulthood.
The first memory was when I was ten; it was Christmas Eve and my parents ran to the store for some last minute gifts. I was at home with my older brother watching cartoons when my parents returned. They walked in the door with a baby kitten in their hands and told me that she was my Christmas present.
The second memory was when I was fourteen in early January; my parents had brought me to a store to pick out a kitten. Once I had gotten the kitten, they told me that he was supposed to be one of my Christmas presents, but they could not find a kitten in time for Christmas.